Conversation In the Woods
In the woods I asked a pigeon,
If it minded that we talk and listen;
Came the reply, from up on high,
Yes, let’s get on with it, nigh.
He was as curious about me,
As I was about he.
We did chat for hours, in fact,
It was mostly about cats.
He seemed to think it a pity, too,
That from cats, I never flew;
But I told him we get along;
That he viewed cats all wrong.
Offended, glanced he, at my eyes
And quickly flew away from my side.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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